bLiZzArD ;))
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Thread Topic: bLiZzArD ;))
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(oof-
im got such cramps bruh-)
George awed at this, running a hand through Clay's hair.
Karl yawned along with him, giggling for a moment. -
(oof, i feel your pain :’)
also, i’m really braindead, idk what to put T^T) -
(u h h-
okay so like, i've had this idea for a little while but like, idk if you'll like it and idk if it'll work, but-
George decides to confront his mom and try to work things out or smth, but it doesn't work out, and George just feels s---ty and sad, yk?
maybe he just like, goes and gets drunk to forget..? idk, and then clay could come pick him up and we could have some fluff or smth- idrk how this got into my head :')) -
(ooh, sure :)
also, sorry if i don’t reply too much, tryna make a new thread >:)) -
(ur alr, i see u :)
also, ur getting user imaged there-)
(lAtEr)
George sighed, staring at the unblock button to his Mom's contact. Should he really do it? He debated with himself for a moment before forcing himself to press it. He read the few messages from a while ago, which were a feeble attempt to get him to stay and talk to her. He hesitantly texted her an invitation to talk, and almost immediately got a call.
"George?" He heard his mom say from the other line.
"Yeah, hey," He said, smiling sadly.
"What do you wanna talk about?" She said innocently, and George scoffed, biting his tongue for a moment.
"You know what," He said, trying to stay calm.
"Well, yes, but I thought you didn't want to talk to me?" She replied, which started to make George angry. Her tone was just the slightest bit sassy, almost like she was trying to piss George off. -
(wait, can you not see the images?
DANGIT T^T)
Clay hummed as he came out of the bathroom, drying his damp hair with a towel. He walked over to his and George’s room, walking inside and seeing his boyfriend. He paused, seeing he was on the phone and the upset look on his face. “Sorry, am I interrupting something? I can leave,” he said with an awkward chuckle, taking a step back. -
(yeah :'))
George looked up at Clay, nodding at him with a sympathetic look on his face.
"Well, I'm trying to explain to you-" George said, only to be cut off by his mom.
"Why you're in love with a man, George? Cause if you are, I don't want to hear it. I'm not going to act as if I care about my gay son, because then I would be lying," She said, her words laced with venom. George was too stunned to speak, he had never seen his mom this man before.
"Do you really hate me that much?" George whispered, his voice quiet as if it would break. -
Clay froze, hearing what George’s mother was saying. He walked over to George, resting a hand on his shoulder, wondering if he should speak up or not.
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George flinched, glancing up at Clay. He quickly looked away, waiting for his mom's response.
"I mean, you tell me. I didn't f---ing raise my son to love someone of the same gender, so if you were me, I think you'd be pretty mad," She stated, making George go silent again to think of a response.
"I guess so," George mumbled, cringing as his Mom started making another rude remark.
"Bye," He said quickly, hanging up and clutching his phone angrily, tears welling up in his eyes. -
“Babe, I’m sorry your mom can’t be supportive of you,” Clay said quietly, rubbing George’s back.
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George nodded slightly, trying to stop himself from crying. She doesn't deserve his tears, don't give her what she wants.
"Yeah, uh, anyways," George said with a chuckle, moving off the bed. "I'm gonna go out, for a little bit, I'll be back," He stated quickly, walking towards the door. -
“Alright, uhm, let me know if you wanna talk,” Clay said, watching George walk off. He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.I really hope he’s okay..
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George nodded, shutting the door behind him. He quickly called an uber, slipping on his shoes and walking outside. He tried to keep himself somewhat occupied so the tears didn't overflow.
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Clay sat down on the bed, hugging his legs to his chest as the conversation between George and his mom replayed in his head.
(b r a i n d e a d :’)) -
(oof sorry- ill try and summarize stuff up quick and get clay back into it lmao)
The uber eventually came, bringing George to the closest open bar. It was still kinda light, so there weren't many people in the bar, to George's relief. He sat down, order probably one too many drinks, drinking them all down. He checked the time on his phone, chuckling to himself as he realized how long he had been there. He quickly went to text Clay, laughing at himself as he realized how shaky his fingers were.
Clay <3
cjay
can you come pck me up>?
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